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But the beheader from the Snowdon family knew clearly that it was neither himself nor the battlefield that would determine the outcome of this war.
There were more than three giant elemental turbulences detected in the sky above Tokyo alone, which meant that a total of three Dragon Kings had descended on the capital of this island nation.
In addition, there are other relatively smaller elemental tides converging, and under the vortex of each elemental tide is a pure-blooded dragon or a monster with powerful bloodline awakening. The return of God has awakened the children of God, and the descendants of the White King and the army are awakening from their slumber.
Even if the most elite beheaders of the Executive Department were gathered in Tokyo, and those crazy people on the gray list were mobilized from all over the world, I am afraid it would be difficult for the secret party to suppress this matter quietly.
It’s incredible, is this the end of the world?
The dragon kings rushed to the human world one after another, as if they no longer cared about the exposure of their own tribe, as if they were determined to establish the sacred empire again on this lost land.
Until this moment, the angry roar that seemed to come from hell in the deep well that was completely suppressed by the heavy metal manhole cover finally died down, and the beheader smoked a cigarette silently.
The man's brows were knitted, but a thunderous sound was still coming from the well, as if tens of millions of mad dragons were tumbling at the bottom of the well, almost crashing down the well wall, and the earth was shaking like an earthquake.
The Tokyo Meteorological Bureau was so busy today that the small earthquake that occurred in the mountains outside the city did not even attract their attention. The head of the executive department sent away the middle-aged man with a Kanto accent with a very casual excuse of "landslide caused by construction."
There is no need to say more about the Tokyo Metropolitan Government. The country's highest-level administrative body has long been infiltrated by mixed-race people from all over the world. What happened in Hongjing was protected by many forces, and the government departments had no intention of conducting an investigation at all.
The lock tongue of the manhole cover made of forged alloy suddenly made a dull sound, and the roaring sound of the well fell silent. At the same time, the rain clouds in the sky were blown to another direction by the strong wind, and the sound of rain suddenly stopped.
All those who were cleaning the battlefield stopped what they were doing, and hundreds of pairs of candle-like golden eyes flashed from their own shadows and stared at Hongjing.
The water storage well was not originally designed to be used as a prison, so the cover could be easily opened from the inside with the right method.
The beheader held the cigarette in his mouth blankly, not even brushing off the pile of ash.
The pneumatic valve opened, and the sound of high-pressure air entering the metal cavity was sharp and piercing. The manhole cover slowly opened to both sides, and then a ferocious-looking boy slowly rose from there.
A silver and blood-colored mist enveloped him, which was a blood mist mixed with mercury vapor.
The beheader could still recognize Lu Mingfei's facial features. His expression was calm and his facial bones were so hard that he couldn't even make a single unnecessary expression.
His whole body was covered in hard scales, which had a beautiful luster, as if they were forged from black metal. His iron-like muscles slowly rose and fell under the scales, so majestic and so beautiful.
In addition, the child even grew wings unique to dragons, which were huge, narrow, and dilapidated. The wind rising from the bottom of the well blew the pair of membrane wings, carrying Lu Mingfei up and down in the wind.
Lu Mingfei held the dark golden box in his hand. After drinking the blood of the first generation, the Seven Deadly Sins fell into a deep sleep, as quiet as a baby.
The beheader opened his mouth and said nothing, then a strong wind blew away and the ferocious dragon-shaped boy rose into the air.
In the dazzling light that broke through the clouds, the beheader clearly saw Lu Mingfei's facial bones, which were as hard as steel, shattering bit by bit, and a ferocious expression appeared on his face.
Then he flapped his wings and broke the sound barrier in an instant!
The boy seemed eager to leave here and go somewhere he wanted to go. The beheader had many questions to ask, but no one could keep up with Lu Mingfei at this moment. Under the red well, he pushed his bloodline to the incredible fourth degree of violent blood.
Every time he pushed the road to becoming a god to such a degree, Lu Mingfei could feel the human part of himself slowly slipping away. Although it was not easy to detect, the violence and cruelty of the dragon were seeping out from his bottomless soul.
If this continues, it is hard to say whether Lu Mingfei can restore his human appearance after using Violent Blood for the last time. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him a dragon at that time.
After killing the Yamata no Orochi, he could have gotten rid of this extremely mentally damaging state, but Lu Mingfei did not find the ugly, lowly insect carrying the White King's gene on the Yamata no Orochi's spine.
The holy remains were not on Susanoo's body, and he immediately realized that he had made a fatal mistake.
Since Izanagi has been confirmed to still be alive in this world, but has been sealed in the altar of Takamagahara for a long time, is it possible that the holy remains have never left his body?
What allowed Susanoo to transform into the Yamata-no-Orochi was nothing more than the highly poisonous blood in the body of the noble Second White King.
The real holy remains are still preserved in Izanagi, who had endured three world-destroying words. Now that the snake is free, he may be cruising in the tsunami that swept Tokyo, looking for the next host of the holy remains...
Judging from the experience of another world, Eri is the most promising human being in this era.
The dazzling sunlight poured down from the sky, flowing over the gray cloud mountains that rolled like waves. Lu Mingfei felt the surging power in his body. When he breathed in and out, all the elements around him also breathed in and out. In this state, Lu Mingfei completely possessed the appearance and power of a dragon, as if the highest power in the world could no longer force him to kneel.
He flapped his wings with all his strength and then folded them suddenly. The violent air flowed backwards along his body. He cut through the clouds like the sharpest knife in the world. Dense lightning burst out from the gaps in the clouds with Lu Mingfei's body as the core.
This is a power that only a king can possess, which allows one to appear anywhere in the territory at a speed far exceeding that of sound.
The fourth blood burst plus the dragon bone state were not enough to kill the Yamata-no-Orochi, which was superior to the next generation. Lu Mingze lent his own power to Lu Mingfei, but it was just a tiny bit.
But even just a little bit of the little devil's power is enough to tear the Yamata no Orochi into pieces.
Thermite bombs and thousands of tons of mercury cannot harm God, but the devil can.
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After waiting for everything around him to calm down, the beheader stood alone at the edge of the Red Well, holding an almost burnt-out cigarette in his mouth.
Five armed helicopters were circling above this huge water storage well covering an area of more than two square kilometers with their engines roaring. The dazzling spotlights cut against each other in the hazy skylight like peerless swords.
After letting his eyes adjust to the strong light, the beheader slowly lowered his head. The well was still filled with a thin mist of silver and scarlet. In the beam of light from the spotlight, countless tiny water droplets flowed like a river in the extremely fast airflow.
But the beheader's gaze could still see everything at the bottom of the well through the mist that was dozens of meters deep. He had a feeling that he had crossed the long river of eternity and returned to the battlefield of the Age of Gods thousands or tens of thousands of years ago. The world was dead silent, only the behemoth at the bottom of the well was reluctantly poking its head out of the water, scarlet blood flowing from its dimmed golden eyes.
The beheader of the Snowdon family's pupils dilated, and the oncoming strong wind made his hair fly wildly.
"Oh God..." the man muttered in a low voice.
Everything in the Red Well is like hell. The Yamata-no-Orochi, the monster that Susanoo transformed into in Japanese mythology, is confirmed dead.
It seemed as if it had suffered tremendous torture before death. Each of its huge dragon-like and snake-like heads had a shocking penetrating wound on the back of its head.
Apparently some massive weapon had penetrated its brain from the lower jaw upwards.
The seven deadly sins are still a secret to the secret party, and few people know what kind of weapons are in the bronze box. But the beheader saw Lu Mingfei pull out a seven or eight meter long saber from the box.
But what really horrified him was not the penetrating wounds that caused fatal damage to the Yamata no Orochi, but the damage left on the snake's body.
The person who killed it cut open its mountain-like body, which was probably nearly a hundred meters long, along its spine.
The blood had been drained out, and its bones were pale in color, with green bone spurs growing along the spine exposed to the groundwater, like steel thorns.
Eight heads that could even swallow vans raised slightly. In the short time that the beheader looked at the bottom of the well, the dark gold color had completely faded from the vertical pupils, leaving only a deathly gray. The surface of the gray eyeballs had a marble-like white luster.
As expected, Yamata no Orochi died, having suffered the ultimate punishment in agony.
This creature, which could rival the four kings even in the Age of Gods, seemed to retain its majesty even after death. Everyone who was watching it at the edge of the Red Well trembled slightly.
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The roar of the locomotive engine was like the roar of a lion or tiger. Caesar put the polished Desert Eagle on his waist and inserted the short hunting knife named Dick Tudo into the scabbard hanging on the locomotive fuel tank.
The head of the executive department at Hongjing has reported the situation on the scene to the only person in charge of the Gattuso family at the time, but at the same time Caesar also noticed a figure flashing through the clouds.
He knew it was Lu Mingfei.
No matter what the guy was going to do, Caesar realized that he couldn't be absent.
More roars sounded behind him.
The Gattuso family's vast army will follow their young master onto the god-level battlefield.
Chapter 403 A desperado should be a desperado!
The Harley-Davidson roared and accelerated, and the big headlights in front of the car on the asphalt road along the river drew a huge sharp angle like a glowing sword.
There are countless luxurious and expensive motorcycles in the world, but Caesar has always only liked Harley.
It was just because the last gift that the woman who was a disgrace to the family gave to Caesar before her death was Harley.
Now this modified Davidson was roaring like a lion or tiger, and both the black body and the blond man on the body were soaked.
Caesar thought of his mother, but he didn't know her first name and only occasionally learned her last name from his uncle.
Gulveg, a surname taken from the name of God.
She probably has the blood of some ancient supreme being flowing in her body, but because she is just a clone, the elders regard her as an ominous woman.
The field of sickle-weasels followed the galloping Caesar, the expression on his face so hard that it reminded people of the jagged limestone.
An hour ago, he buried Frost and his father Pompey with his own hands. Before his death, the old man with gray hair and bent back never mentioned the noble bloodline of the Gattuso family again.
Frost Gattuso just kept repeating the honor of the dragon slayer and kept telling Caesar that their family did not belong to the dragon species, but to humans.
It wasn't until the Sword of Scourge tore through the clouds and fell upon the land of Chicago that Caesar finally began to respect his uncle.
That selfish and ambitious man had always dreamed of pushing the Gattuso family to the top of the world. At the last moment, he only had to kneel before God to get what he had been dreaming of for decades, but that guy finally chose to uphold the justice of his family ancestors.
If the ancestors buried under the Pantheon were to erect tombstones in the Bay of Genoa, the forest of tombstones would fill up the entire beach. It would be an immortal monument in the history of slaying dragons.
The living old people may have succumbed, but the dead sages in heaven will stroke Frost's head and say, "Child, there is a crown of righteousness reserved for you in this world."
Caesar suddenly chuckled.
Frost is the real Gattuso, but how could the real Gattuso go to heaven alone?
Gods and demons alike will go to hell, and this war will never end.
After they die, they will not go to heaven, they will go to hell and kill God again.
At a certain moment, Caesar's brows suddenly twisted together.
The rainstorm poured down on the man's face, and in the rain curtain that burst into mist, the pair of ice-blue pupils silently overflowed with a red-gold color.
He suddenly realized that both he and Frost had overlooked something very important. If Pompey was Odin, and he really died from the sword of punishment launched by the Sky Patrol satellite in low-Earth orbit just now and was wiped out from this world, then what about those puppets named after Odin?
What about those false gods who wore masks and brought the principal and Chu Zihang into the Nibelung?
If the original body dies, should the puppet also die?
Or, will the controlled puppet regain its freedom?
No matter what, the kingdom of the dead that took Ange and Chu Zihang away from the real world should collapse, right?
Dick Tuduo drew his knife silently, and the short hunting knife swung out in an arc like cutting through waves, sweeping away the rushing rain.
Then the rain curtain that was cascading around Caesar shook violently, and the shock wave spread out into an invisible area.
Yan Ling. Kama Weasel.
Even though his bloodline had been refined to the point where he could evolve the Kamaitachi into a Vampire Scythe after undergoing the Nibelung Project, Caesar rarely transformed the Kamaitachi into a Vampire Scythe except when facing a large number of Deadpools or dragon subspecies.
The elves in the wind screamed in all directions, as if the mountains were under their control.
An incredibly huge area covered almost an entire mountain in a very short time. When thousands of sickle-weasels moved, their wings rolled up turbulent air currents, and the rain curtain was swept in all directions.
The water carried by the wind formed jagged ridges at the edge of the sky like an iron wall, as if there was some real sword hidden in the dense rain.
They moved forward along with the Harley motorcycles, destroying the forests in the mountains like huge rotating saw teeth.
Caesar slammed the brakes, and the Harley motorcycle was locked with a sharp brake sound in a few seconds.
He turned around suddenly, and the men from the Gattuso family who were still following him lit up their golden eyes. Although the heavy motorcycles had stopped, the roar of their engines continued one after another.
It's like an army.